Just a note... I refer to my friends only by the 1st letters of their names.

It's a Saturday night, and I had gone over to my friend 'S's' house to hang out with him until the rest of the crew showed up. It was about 7:00 and I still hadn't had anything for the night. I had plenty of options, but I just couldn't make up my mind on what I wanted to take that night.

Well my friend 'S' scored a hit of acid from one of his friends by giving her a ride to one of her friend’s houses. Steve isn’t too big into drugs, so being the nice guy he is… He gave it to me. I’ve never tried acid, so I was kind of excited. I knew it probably wasn’t going to do much, being just one hit and all, but I still was hoping to feel something.

I take it, and waited for about an hour… Didn’t feel anything. I’ve heard that it takes awhile for this stuff to kick in, but I was still disappointed, so I decided to go pick up a quarter oz of Shrooms for the night. I take alone with me my friend 'K' because he’s stoned and wants something to eat… LOL!

We pick up the Shrooms and head straight back to “S’s” house. Still not feeling anything almost 2 hours after taking the cid, I decided to munch on my quarter. About half an hour later I’m starting to feel the effects. I go out to my car to listen to some music to get things going. Shortly after I feel enclosed, trapped in my car, so I got out. It was dark, so I gout out and laid under the stars.

For some reason I couldn’t get comfortable, I felt like something was wrong. In the back of my head, I had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a fun trip. I go inside looking for something to satisfy myself with. Some of my friends are chillin watchin some TV so I watch some TV with them. No… TV wasn’t what I needed. So I go into a dark room to listen to some music. No… Music wasn’t what I needed. I go back out and am watching TV with my friends and suggest going to the roof. YES! THAT’S what I needed!

So we go up onto the roof, and by then I’m frying my balls off havin a good time just talking. My friend 'S' gets a phone call, and that’s where it all goes down hill. I overhear the person on the other line say that my friend 'E' has been arrested. He gets off the roof to go inside to talk, and tells me to stay there. I knew what he was trying to do… He knew what would happen to me if I heard that information on Shrooms, I would have a bad trip. It was too late though… I had already heard what was going on.

I sat there on the roof for like 5 more minutes, just trying to realize what was going on. I started having thoughts about the police coming over to 'S's' for some reason and finding me. I kept thinking that my mom was going to show up and know what I was doing. After awhile, I couldn’t take it, so I went back inside.

I went inside, and asked what was going on. They kept telling me nothing, but I knew what was going on. I told them to tell me, but they wouldn’t. They were trying to keep from putting that on me that one of our friends was arrested. I finally told them that I knew, and they assured me everything was going to be alright. I kept asking him if the cops were going to come here. I was scared people were coming here.

I felt uneasy, and I started to feel sick.

I felt uneasy, and I started to feel sick.

I could tell that that acid had kicked in… I could tell I was no longer just shrooming. Things were different… A lot different. I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that one of my friends was just arrested, and that sent me into a emotional head spin. I kept asking where they were. I kept asking if they were ok. Every couple seconds I’d ask if I had done something wrong… If I had hurt somebody or broken something.

Finally 'S' gave me an iPod and sent me into his room to try to calm me down. By this time, I was FREAKING out. I decided I’d try to calm myself down and relax. Just listen to music and think about something different. While I was in there, I was completely lost. The room was going crazy, and I felt lost in his bed. The lights were messing with me, and I couldn’t enjoy the music. I soon threw my headphones off and tried to get out of bed. It took me a good minute to find my way out.

This is when things got really crazy. This is when I started to peak. I sat down on the couch, and I felt like shit. I felt sick to the stomach, and the acid was fucking with my body. I know I’ve never done acid, but I’m positive it was the acid. My lips were numb, my head felt like it was going to explode, and my heard was racing and I could feel it tightening. By this time, I didn’t even remember why I was the way I was. I kept asking my friends what drugs I had taken, what I had been doing, and where everybody was.

I felt absolutely horrible… Terrified, worried, sick, and tripping balls. My mind was racing, I didn’t know what was going on. All of my friends tried to help me, but there was no helping me. I made myself throw up in an attempt to get some of the shit out of my body. I sat in the bathroom with two of my friends trying to calm me. Nothing was working. I kept asking the same questions every few seconds. Where were 'E' and 'K'? Are they alright? What drugs had I taken? Why am I like this? When are they getting back?

It was horrible. I just wanted the feeling to escape my body. I just wanted everything to be gone. I wanted to be normal. I finally couldn’t take the inside, so I went outside alone to try to calm myself. After about 10 or so minutes of thinking alone, I calmed down quite a bit. I could tell my peak had passes, and that I was going to be alright. I went back inside to chill with my two friends that were there at the time 'K' and 'G'. They were rollin, so they were in a dark room listenin to techno with some glow sticks, lol.

They asked me if I was alright, and I said yea… I’m feelin better, which I was. I just plopped down and tried to relax even more. I still had bad thoughts of cops showing up, and my mom finding out, but it wasn’t as bad. They really helped me a lot to bring my mind to ease.

After about an hour, everybody came back. They had to leave to go pick up “E” from where he was being held. As they got back, I was flooded with relief. I instantly felt 10x better. At that point I knew everything was alright, and I was going to be okay. And what made me even happier was that I was still tripping, so I could finally enjoy myself.

We all just stayed up all night talking and smoking squares till about 4 or so in the morning. It was nice… Finally able to let loose and have a good time. I finally went to my sleeping spot and just laid there… Trying to remember everything that happened that night. It was really hard, and I couldn’t remember shit at the time, so I just tried to lay my mind to rest and sleep. After about an hour or so, I finally got to sleep.

I have learned my lesson… Never again will I mix or take that much Shrooms. Never again do I want to feel the way I did before. Never have I experience as much terror or pain in my life. I have no intention on tripping for awhile. I’ve had my fill plus some. I just hope I don’t get tempted to do it any time soon. It’s a mysterious world that I just can’t get enough of. I know I will trip again sometime, I just hope not for awhile.

P.S. – I left some of the story out, partly because this is long enough as it is, and because I don’t fully remember that night.

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